Vague image, spurious, sophist, of a woman who until yesterday she was still a female alone, frowned upon, always absorbed in vague thoughts. Imagine beloved, button, amorous, of a female sweet, cheerful, vivacious, always ready and willing with a deep love that is silent. Playful image, naked, strong, of a sensual and brazen lover that takes you and leaves you at the door of the intercorse as woman reborn. Image rare, beloved and sovereign, which I have for years been in love while remaining me so far, for adverse and drowsy fate.
Time passes slowly between nostalgia and sadness; the days are slow to die and even though they are full ofloyal and silence waiting for the day that is to come.
Over there, between the wind blowing on the breasts of the sea, I recognize, in the singing of the seagulls, a voice dear to me. It sings to me, as a Homeric siren, a love away, but so close that is within me. So I would like to join the seagulls to fly in the sky and fly to you. I realize instead that I sing with them the solitude that remains in me.
I enter the room and close the door, depositing luggage which I had with me. I look forward and I seeking among the things left, including cards and notes, mail arrived, a message, a spreadsheet, a picture, that is about you. Her. Of Him. Them. Someone. But they are only sheets and notes without reflection and I understand that no one is here with me to share my loneliness. I am like a sailor: each port a woman, a woman named None, that you don't 'search, you don't find, don't want, because no one told you that maybe there is.
Love, words of love, sweet sparkle of country brook that flows slow and proud on the sides of greened youthhills. Love, meaning of life and hope, I live just waiting that you could , with sweet glance, repeat to me so sweet word
Distant thoughts, of sinuous shadows that parade on fallow fields full of thrills and dense with loneliness. Night Thoughts, of crude images free of clothes greedy and deaf to the calls. Unwanted thoughts, of persuasive voices, of females in bloom thatgather grass the smell of spring in love. Loving thoughts, with the heart to the beloved in the moments of pure sleep which falls on the ego that wants to sleep without thinking. Forbidden thoughts, with sand dunes hot and the raging waves, who burst on solitary beaches where the wind sings with her voice a love song which brings you into oblivion. Thoughts. Of a lonely man.
Was flying high in the sky, that gull unhappy. He watched the raging waves calm down gradually, seeking refuge to an endless journey. To the cry for love and tired replied the echo of the wave on earth, and in the middle of a cliff bush he sat down to smooth the feathers, hoping to find in the foamy shores his partner of that much wandering
Era serena, affabile, dolce, la tua voce quando mi parlavi. Era calda, sensuale, decisa, la tua voce nell'amarmi. Sapevaconquistarmi,calmarmi, eccitarmi darmi forza inumana. la tua voce nell'incitarmi.
It was serene, affable, sweet, Your voice when you spoke. It was warm, sensual, determined, your voice in loving me. Could conquer me, calm down, excite me with inhuman strength. your voice inciting me. Now it is quiet, short, detached, inshort talk platitudes, looking for the easy way out to talk less and less. Yet I know that on this It will take you to be still most loved, adored, although more hated than ever.
You asked me to keep silence, perhaps to listen to the beating of my heart. You looked at me in the depths of the eyes in silence and you understood my suffering. You wrote me "My Love, I'll be back to you for taking off so much pain. " Now I'm here, silent, waiting for you and that thou remove the pain of so much distance in a time lost waiting for you.
